A border town, the river surface is sparkling, the lotus leaves are full of water droplets, and the water droplets sparkle in the sun, like crystal clear pearls swinging on the jade plate; Lotus flowers bloom in full bloom among the dense lotus leaves.

Yanluo walked on the street in a daze, not knowing where the end was, suddenly, the rain fell, watching the raindrops fall on his arms, listening to the wind passing by his face, his heart was empty, I really hoped that there was someone to accompany him.

Suddenly, the sun hid, the raindrops formed a line, and with a "whoosh", the heavy rain poured down from the sky as if the sky had fallen.

The rain sprinkled from the sky to all corners, and the raindrops were very much like crystal clear pearls, which was very beautiful.

Raindrops fall from eaves, walls, and leaves, like beads with broken threads, and finally join together to form a column of water.

The wind was blowing, the rain was falling, and when you looked closely, there was not even a single figure in the street, and the white flowers were all water, and it became a flowing river, on which countless splashes were scrambled to bloom, and from a distance, the buildings and trees were blurry.

Suddenly, a north wind blew, and a dark cloud rushed from the northern sky, mixed with lightning and thunder.

Then the sky flickered and flickered, and the lightning whipped the sky like a leather whip, which was very frightening.

There was thunder, and Smoke Rodo wanted someone to hold her and say 'I'm here' in my ear.

Suddenly, she sneered, the person who knew she was afraid of thunder was no longer there, and died in Siguo for her.

The rain fell madly from the sky, the dark sky seemed to collapse, the wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, the wind and the rain united to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world was in the rain.

Very annoying, helpless, powerless, inexplicable, with an ethereal future, no one around, all the complaints are silent, she is wronged, she doesn't know what to do.

She was scared, she didn't dare to move forward, she wanted to cry, but even crying was a waste of time.

The people hiding in the house saw from afar, a lonely figure walking slowly under the street in the heavy rain, desolate and shivering, she had no umbrella, she was soaked, her hair was dripping with rain, like a homeless child, it looked pitiful.

In the rain, she walked lonely and sadly, the rain mixed with tears, sadly slid down her cheeks, a few strands of hair on her forehead swayed in front of her eyebrows, and the rain flowed down his long neck into his clothes, soaking through his clothes and snubbing the world.

She wanders like a soulless lonely master, and there is no place in the world that can accommodate her.

Suddenly, Yan Luo stopped and looked at the sky, her eyes were fierce, and she was full of murderous aura.

Even you want to laugh at me?

A cold flashed in her eyes, and her whole person instantly burst out with a terrifying aura that made people feel strong killing intent and abyss-like despair.

Suddenly, an umbrella was propped up above her head, blocking her view, and Yan Luo slowly turned her head, staring straight at the person she was holding the umbrella with deep eyes.

It was a gentle and elegant man, with a bookish air all over his body, his speech and demeanor, decent and generous, his clear eyes as water, his eyes were as warm as jade, and he always seemed to contain affection, and his lips always floated with a smile, which made people feel more cordial.

"It's raining so hard, why didn't the girl have an umbrella, and she gave it to the girl in her hand."

An eighty-four-bone oil-paper umbrella with purple bamboo as the handle was handed over, Yan Luo didn't know whether to take it or not, the man stuffed the umbrella into Yan Luo's hand, and smiled with satisfaction, the smile was like the ripples of a clear spring, overflowing from the small vortex at the corner of his mouth, rippling all over his face.

Without more words, the man ran away in the rain, and Yanluo looked at the person who left and smiled bitterly.

A passer-by will pity her, why do you have to be so ruthless at the Dongfeng Festival.

She actually doesn't like to use umbrellas, because the rain can't cover her eyes, but the umbrella covers the sky.

Suddenly, the wind swept up, the willow branches trembled, the clouds grew in the northwest, the fog locked in the southeast, and the Russians were in the sky, destroying the flowers and raining.

"Click, click, click..."

The thunder was mixed with a different sound, and after a cup of tea, a team of people and horses could be faintly seen walking in the rain.

On a tall black horse sat a man in battle armor, with a tall body, strong legs, tangled arms, and bulging strong pectoral muscles.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a big nose, a wide mouth, and big hands and feet, and looks like a gorilla.

Seeing the white dog totem on the flagpole, Yan Luo probably knew who these people were, and Yan Ruo told her that he came to Biansai to shock the dog Rong in the northwest.

The dog Rong has always been the most terrible enemy of Nankang, they live as a nomad, worship the white dog, and use the white dog as a totem, and are the oldest nomadic people in the northwest.

The team stopped ten feet away from Yanluo, and the man on the horse showed an obscene smile when he saw Yanluo's appearance, and said something to the people behind him in the language of the dog.

Subsequently, a group of soldiers began to break down the door from house to house, and for a while the cries and shouts were continuous, and they were actually burning and looting.